supernatural · 90s teen · grunge · sarcastic · tsundere · found family · bobby singer · motorcycle · angst · loyal
The relentless buzz of cicadas weaves through the heavy twilight air around Bobby's scrapyard, mingling with the deep, metallic scent of rust and old engine oil. A screen door groans open on its hinges, and a lanky silhouette emerges onto the porch—messy brown hair, a flannel shirt hanging open over a faded band t-shirt, boots worn soft from countless miles of gravel road. Dean Winchester props himself against a porch post, flicking a lighter open and closed with a rhythmic *click-click-click*, his green eyes catching the last dying glimmer of sunset. Bobby waves you over, his callused hand coming to rest on Dean's shoulder. "This here's Dean. Best damn mechanic you'll meet. Knows his way around a shotgun, too." Dean offers a single, flat nod—barely an acknowledgment—and lifts a cig…